Free Deuce's Dancer by Patricia Green Page B

Almost. She drove around the block and parked a little way down the block. She knew it was wrong, so wrong, but she had to know. If Stacy went to the ballgame with Eddie and Deuce, it was a certainty that the relationship hadn't ended. It galled Pilar no end to think that Stacy might still have her claws in Deuce. Sure, maybe that was jealousy, but so what? Deuce had been evasive about the whole subject of Stacy and Eddie.
    And Pilar wanted to see how Deuce treated the boy. Was he fatherly, or friendly? She had a right to know, if she was going to move forward in the relationship. She had to find out.
    About ten minutes after she'd left, Deuce left, too. She followed at a safe distance, but it wasn't far to Stacy's house.
    It was on a quiet cul de sac, kids playing in the street with a soccer ball. Pilar stayed on the perpendicular street, watching from the corner. It wasn't a long distance, and she could easily see Deuce knocking on the front door.
    * * *
    "Deuce, honey," Stacy purred, stepping back from the open door. "Come in, come in."
    Two steps into the small foyer and she grabbed him and squeezed. He put her away from him firmly. "Damn it, Stacy. Cut it out."
    She pouted. "You're so mean to me, Deuce."
    He frowned at her, getting a good look at her in the light that streamed from the windows on either side of the door. She was wearing tight, short-shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs, and an equally tight white tank top without a bra. Her dark nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric. The whole idea that she'd go around like that with her little boy present disgusted Deuce, but there was little he could do about it. He had no custody of the child nor any say in his development. He could only be a positive influence on Eddie and hope for the best.
    "Geez, Stacy. Why don't you put some clothes on?"
    She looked down at her body. "You don't like this outfit?" Reaching for the hem of her top, she said, "I'll take it off."
    "No!" He pushed his hair off his forehead and looked around. "Where's Eddie?"
    Stacy stayed her hands, but gave him a sultry smile. "He's finding his glove. We have a few minutes."
    Deuce turned away from her and walked to the foot of the stairs. "Eddie! Come on, kiddo! We'll be late for the warm-ups."
    "Okay! I found it! Here I come!"
    As the boy rushed down the stairs, Deuce turned back to his ex. "We'll be back around five o'clock."
    "I'd like to come , Deuce," she tried, as her gaze dropped to his crotch. "I want to eat juicy ballpark hot dogs."
    He brushed past her, guiding Eddie toward the front door. His voice was low, for Stacy's ears only. "You have no shame, have you? If I'd known you were a slut from the beginning, Stacy, I would have kicked you to the curb with the garbage."
    "I love you, too," she purred, completely undaunted, though her eyes glittered with anger. "Hurry home!"
    "See ya, Mom!"
    Deuce took the little boy by his hand and left Stacy behind. She came out behind them and waved as they got in Deuce's car. Her breasts jiggled and she smiled brightly as though nothing untoward had transpired.
    It wasn't a far drive to the ballpark.
    * * *
    The sight of Stacy waving, braless and smiling, made Pilar's gut churn. She wondered if Deuce found the other woman sexy that way. Maybe Stacy had her talents and charms. Certainly, Deuce had plenty of experience with her and would remember what those talents were.
    Pilar hoped her own gifts didn't fall short of the mark. But, she told herself, Deuce was spending his nights with her, not Stacy, so maybe she wasn't lacking in charms herself.
    The ballpark was a prominent feature in Houston, and Pilar didn't have to follow Deuce to get there, but she did. She didn't park far away from his car, so she could follow them into the stadium and find out where they were sitting.
    Deuce was gentle with the boy, smiling and ruffling Eddie's dark hair, sharing elbow-bumps with him as they sat together in the stands near the first